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Granting Favors	By : Eiji Category: +. to F > Flame of Recca Views: 9509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: Characters in the story aren’t mine. They belong to Nobuyuki Anzai.

Granting Favors

Fuuko stood under the warm spray of the shower in her ensuite bathroom, her eyes closed as she remembered the previous night. She blushed furiously when she recalled her wanton behavior with Tokiya, her feverish responses to him, and her brazen performance in bed.

Kami, she wouldn’t be surprised if he thought her a nymphomaniac with her shameless actions in bed last night. She was even the one who insisted on a faster pace!

She groaned in shame and wished that she would just disappear from the face of the earth.

Fuuko was glad she woke up alone in Tokiya’s bed that morning, for she did not know how to behave around him after what happened last night. She was so confused and embarrassed that a small whimper escaped her lips. The sound of the shower running alerted her to Tokiya’s whereabouts. And grabbing the chance to escape, she quickly shot out of bed, ignoring her aching muscles from the sudden movement, and dashed out of Tokiya’s room and straight to hers.

Locking the bedroom door behind her, she leaned on it and tried to calm herself down.

So what happens now? She thought miserably. Act as nonchalantly as possible and pretend as if what happened was not a big deal? No, that’d probably piss him off. But it was the most plausible behavior she could come up with.

She knew Tokiya well. Well enough that she understood he would not want a clinging female by his side, pining for his attention. He would not want to involve himself in a serious relationship with her since he would be leaving for Sydney in a few days. He had been quite clear with that when they made out in the dressing room a few days ago. He wanted her but he wasn’t prepared to go deeper than that.

To put it quite crudely, they were just fuck buddies.

Yes, the knowledge that Tokiya was not capable of taking her seriously hurt her a little. He wanted her badly. And she was an honest enough person to admit to herself that she wanted him back. Him and more. She only wished that Tokiya would see that she wanted more than a physical relationship and would start reciprocating her feelings.

Sure, she scoffed, like that would happen.

To go on with a cold, detached arrangement like that, she had to suppress the growing feelings she was having for Tokiya. And she wanted him enough to sacrifice her feelings.

Tokiya was a very sophisticated man that he would appreciate a matured, sophisticated woman as well. Fuuko may be naïve with relationships like those but this was a good opportunity to learn. She could be like the modern women around her, wild and wicked, doing things as they pleased, not caring of what others thought of them. She would learn to tout the glories of sexual freedom. And this fling with Tokiya would be her stepping stone to becoming an experienced woman of the world.

Yes, she could do that. She hoped she could do it.

And she would not allow Tokiya Mikagami to hurt her.

* * *

“Ohayo!” Fuuko greeted Tokiya cheerfully as she stepped inside the kitchen after her shower. She could feel him watching her as she walked toward the cupboards and took out a cup to pour herself some coffee. The silence between them was so thick, Fuuko was almost tempted to whistle a happy tune to lift the tension that settled between them.

He really was gorgeous. Tokiya Mikagami. She didn’t get a full look at him when she came in but the image of him sitting in the sunlight, glowing like an avenging angel with that serious look on his face, stayed in her mind’s eye. She recalled seeing that exquisite face of his, flushed and intense as he thrust in and out of her willing body. His eyes were bright with passion; his parted mouth was swollen due to their kisses, as he continued to pound madly inside her…

The memory caused a dark flush to creep up her cheeks. She could feel her nipples harden and her sex start to pulse with desire. She bit her lip and yearned for him to be buried deeply inside her again.

“Fuuko.”

She stiffened when she realized he was already standing behind her. Regaining her control, she turned around to face him. “Hm?”

“What are you playing at again?” Tokiya narrowed his eyes at her, his pale gaze intense.

“Eh?” She fixed her gaze on his shoulder.

“You’re acting a little too cheerful today,” Tokiya answered with a grim expression on his face. He rested his hands on the counter behind her, effectively trapping her in the circle of his arms.

“I’m just happy, that’s all,” she replied with a small laugh, brandishing a hand in a careless wave. “Why? Is it wrong to be happy?”

“Look at me when you talk to me,” he almost growled. When she snapped her gaze to his, a defiant angle to her raised chin, Tokiya lowered his head toward her. “Are you having regrets sleeping with me last night?” he asked, his warm breath fanning her softly parted lips. “Were you so drunk that you couldn’t remember what happened between us?”

“I wasn’t drunk!” Fuuko answered heatedly. “I-In fact, I remember everything!”

“Everything?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Good,” he husked. “Are you having any regrets?”

“N-No,” she replied with a furious blush staining her cheeks. “Are you?”

He chuckled, “Never.”

With that little assurance from him, she felt a lot better. But she didn’t want him to see her relief over something so trivial for him. So she moved to break away from his close proximity. “Well then, let’s have breakfast, shall we?”

“I’d rather have you for breakfast,” he answered, grabbing her waist and pulling her to him, and captured her mouth with his. Fuuko automatically closed her eyes and allowed herself to be swept away with his kiss. His taste was intoxicating. She should be stopping him, she knew, but for the moment, she had no strength to push him away.

Tokiya collected her in his strong arms and walked toward the breakfast table without breaking the kiss. He sat her on the table and continued to ravish her mouth, his hands untying the knot of her bathrobe and exposing her creamy flesh to his hands. He began seeking her aroused breasts and teasing them, rolling the pink buds between his fingers. Tokiya tore his mouth from her only to kiss her again and again.

He seemed to like how she tasted, Fuuko thought dazedly, when he locked her head with his large hands and angled his head to kiss her deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down closer to her and over her as she lay back on the table. Her tongue parried with his in a sensual duel and Fuuko couldn’t help but moan her pleasure.

Tokiya broke the kiss and reared back from her to disrobe. Fuuko lay before him like a delicious offering, her eyes bright with desire and hunger for him, her aroused breasts moving erotically with every shallow breath she took, her thighs parted to give him a mouth watering view of her naked pussy.

Tokiya cupped her womanhood with his large hand and Fuuko parted her thighs wider to accommodate his possessive touch. He then began to run a finger over her slightly parted labia and caressed the glistening meat inside of her. Fuuko sobbed her pleasure and tried to bring her knees together. He stopped her movement with a firm hold on her inner thigh and then inserted a finger inside and began to thrust it in and out of her. Another finger joined the first and Fuuko cried out in ecstasy when he started to move his fingers in a circular motion.

Seeing her writhing and wanting in front of him, he asked in a ragged tone, “Are you sore?”

“N-No,” she managed reply as she felt herself getting wet again.

“Good,” he husked and removed his fingers from deep inside her. He positioned himself between her parted thighs and lifted her hips in level with his aching member. Tokiya plunged deep inside her waiting core and shuddered when he was enveloped in her pulsing heat. She wrapped her legs around his slim hips when he filled her once again, moving with him and meeting each of his powerful thrusts. He took her hard and fast, and watched as her magnificent breasts bobbed up and down with his quick, hard thrusts.

She sat up at the same time Tokiya moved closer to her. Fuuko cried out when he captured a jiggling breast inside his hot mouth, licking and sucking her erect nipple while he continued to plunge in and out of her. Wrapping Fuuko’s arms around his neck, Tokiya lifted her from the table and positioned her on top of him as he sat on a chair.

“Ride me,” he murmured against her breast and grabbed her hips to set their pace. Tokiya panted when Fuuko started to ride him faster and harder.

When he was about to come, he reared back a few inches from her and reached in between them to rub her clitoris, increasing her pleasure as he did so. He watched as his glistening cock slipped in and out of her and when she tightened around him, he joined her in her release, wetting both him and her with their love juices again.

“Kami, Fuuko, you’re amazing,” he whispered in awe as she collapsed against him. She sighed on top of him, sated and spent, and languidly ran her fingers across the muscular expanse of his back. Tokiya nuzzled her throat, enjoying her caress, when he suddenly pulled himself back and looked at her. “I forgot to wear a condom.”

Fuuko paled for a moment, thinking that having a baby wasn’t a very good thing to happen to them. Not when the relationship was not going to last. She licked her lips and assured him that she was safe. “I just had my period a few days ago,” she said, “It’s supposed to be safe a few days before and after my period, right?”

“It reduces the percentage of you getting pregnant since you’re not ovulating,” he answered thoughtfully, “But it doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re safe. Gomen, Fuuko, I should have been more careful.” He said and touched her cheek in a tender caress.

“There’s no use worrying about it this early,” Fuuko tried to assure him and lowered her head to kiss him, “We’ll just have to be more careful next time.”

“Next time?” Tokiya grinned mischievously against her lips. “Does that mean we can do this over and over again?”

Fuuko blushed and tucked a stray lock of silver hair over an ear, “As long as you want me.”

Tokiya smiled tenderly at her before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Fuuko ignored the sharp pang of pain at the thought of him only wanting her because of her body. She closed her eyes and welcomed him in her embrace, his growing erection inside of her a sign for another bout of lovemaking.

Well… as long as he’s happy with her, she’s happy as well.

* * *

“Do we really have to eat out tonight?” Tokiya complained as both sat in a classy French restaurant for dinner. They had practically made love the whole day. Tokiya was positively insatiable and Fuuko had been afraid that she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week with the intensity of their lovemaking.

“We humans need nourishment to continue on living, sensei,” Fuuko said dryly and picked up the menu, “I’m starving so it’s either you dine with me or just watch me eat.” Having said so, she called to the waiting hovering in the background and started to order a full course meal for both of them.

Tokiya watched, amused, when Fuuko finished ordering their appetizer down to their dessert. The waiter politely excused himself as Fuuko reached for the glass of wine served before them. “Really, Fuuko, you eat food large enough for ten men,” Tokiya chuckled lightly, “It’s a wonder how you could maintain that shape.”

“You are saying that I’m fat?” Fuuko narrowed her eyes in mock outrage.

“You’re beautiful,” Tokiya countered smoothly. “I find it refreshing to see a woman with a healthy appetite.”

“Careful, Toki-chan,” Fuuko laughed when Tokiya winced at hearing his new nickname. “I might take that to heart,” she teased, trying to cover up the pleased flush grazing her cheeks.

Tokiya chuckled, making Fuuko blush at his unexpected show of emotion. She noticed that he had been quite a relaxing companion, no longer the man who had a chip on his shoulder. He was no longer reserved around her; had learned to let loose and enjoy the time he was spending with her. Of course there were still some instances that he reverted back to his icy demeanor but she was pleased that his aloofness was slowly dissipating.

It looked like time really did heal all wounds.

“Where did you go after high school, Tokiya?” she asked as she sipped her wine, “You suddenly disappeared on us without saying a word.”

Tokiya sat back and fixed his pale gaze on her. “I went to Germany. To meet some of my relatives.”

“You have relatives in Germany?” Fuuko asked with genuine interest. “How did that come to be?”

“My mother was German.”

“Really?” she asked in unabashed surprise, “I didn’t know that.”

“Neither did I,” he gave a tight little laugh, “Not until that letter came a few days before graduation. I was rather surprised myself. I didn’t know foreign blood ran in my veins.”

Fuuko continued to stare at him in wonder. Well, that surely explained the color of his eyes and hair, his built and coloring. “But,” she started hesitantly, knowing that with her next question, he was surely going to block her out or just tell her to mind her own business. After all, what she was about to ask him was in a very delicate category. Yet, she had to try, “Surely they had attempted to track you down when your parents died?”

To save you from a horrible fate that awaited you, was the unspoken thought. And then Mifuyu could be very much alive and with you right now.

When Tokiya remained coldly silent, she bit her lip. Damn it, she cursed silently, she knew she should’ve minded her own business. She was back to square one, with Tokiya getting annoyed with her nosiness again. But before she could retract her question, he sighed, not in irritation but in defeat. “They did. But it seemed like whatever attempts they did at finding us were futile as long as ensui was in our hands,” there was a hard note in his voice as he remembered the past, “I would have happily gotten rid of ensui at that time if it wasn’t for Mifuyu-nee-san. But a promise was a promise.”

“Meguri Kyoza blocked outside interference after my sister died,” he said and raised his eyes to look at her, “And he was successful since none of my relatives was able to track us down.”

“But they did. Eventually.”

“Yeah,” he sighed and reached for his own glass of wine, “After I dealt with my mentor, my family was able to get a hold of me. They sent me an invitation to live with them. And I accepted because I wanted to forget.”

“Did you?” she asked softly.

Tokiya gave a sharp bark of laughter. “No,” he said truthfully, “But I learned to accept. Having a family could change you.” He set back his glass back on the table and placed his elbows on the tabletop, “I was treated well in Germany. My mother came from a close-knit family. I could have sworn that they were Italians instead when I first saw how close they are,” a warm gleam entered his eyes, softening his features as he spoke of his family, “I was welcomed with open arms as if I’ve always been a part of their lot.”

Fuuko smiled, glad for him that he had finally found a place he could call home. “And so you finished medical school there,” she concluded, “But how did you end up in Australia?”

“Oh that,” he chuckled, “One of my younger cousins asked me to go and work there. He said he always wanted to go to Sydney and see the sights, check the opportunities the city was going to offer him.” He added wryly, “So they sent him off, a not so easy thing for them to do, mind you, with me tagging along as his minder.”

Fuuko laughed at the thought of him looking after a much outgoing and adventurous cousin, “Was it fun?”

“Hell, no,” Tokiya scoffed, “I learned a little too late the reason why he really wanted to go there. He followed his girlfriend when they moved to Sydney. I had to keep my mouth shut for him when he begged me, on his knees, not to tell.”

She laughed yet again at his sheepish grin. “And you, being the understanding older cousin relented?”

“I couldn’t say no,” he confessed, “He was the first one who befriended me when I came to stay with his family. My ice block attitude, as you and Hanabishi had always fondly called it, didn’t work on him.”

“He changed you.”

“Yes,” he agreed softly, “because I too wanted to change.”

Fuuko was happy that Tokiya shared some tidbits of his life with her. Glad that he finally found peace within himself yet she couldn’t help but wish that she had also been a part of his transformation. She had been a part of his life a decade ago but was unable to break the wall that covered his heart. Well, maybe she was able to chip some of it off but not destroy it totally. Family, it seemed, was able to do more than friends.

She sighed and looked around the restaurant, noticing the covert looks the women in the tables surrounding them gave Tokiya. Much to her relief, he seemed unaware of the avid interest he was receiving as his attention was fully centered on her. She blushed when she found him looking at her mouth, as if wanting to kiss her right in the middle of the cozy establishment.

She was about to start another topic to divert his attention and thoughts from any sexual yearning when the waiter arrived with their food. Fuuko breathed a soft sigh of relief and began attacking her food with polite gusto. Tokiya watched her eat, her lips moving with every sensual bite, her tongue darting out timidly over her lips to savor the taste of the wine she had been drinking. “Kami, the way you eat is so erotic, Fuuko,” he breathed.

Fuuko blushed and found herself responding to the sexual charge he was sending her way, her nipples hardening noticeably under against her dress, her vagina pulsing through her silk panties. She blushed even hotter when Tokiya noticed and sent her a knowing smile.

Oh dear, she thought, it looks like we won’t be finishing our meal tonight.

* * *

Fuuko awoke to a tender kiss. Tokiya smiled against her mouth and greeted her a good morning as he continued with his ministrations. He slipped his tongue inside her parted lips and traced the caverns of her mouth, his hands moving expertly on her body as he slowly aroused her with his every touch. He seemed to love having sex with her. Fuuko lost count of the number of times she reached her peak the night before, well, not that she was counting but still…

He woke her up every time he felt ready once again to take her, his penis hard and eager for another round of lovemaking. He had taken her the moment they stepped inside the living room after dinner, in her bathroom until they finally reached her bedroom. Their rhythms varied from slow and sensual to fast and demanding. Most of the times, it was Tokiya who initiated the act but there were also times when Fuuko seduced him to making love to her.

And this morning, it was his turn to rouse her from her sleep with a need to fuck again. Tokiya broke the passionate kiss he bestowed upon her waking and pulled back from her to a kneeling position. “Get up, Fuuko,” he urged her softly.

Despite her confusion, Fuuko complied with his gentle command. She kneeled before him and was about to wrap her arms around his neck when he stopped her. “Turn around,” he said and brought his hands up her shoulders to turn her around. Fuuko, not knowing what he was going to do behind her, felt a delicious sweep of anticipation when she felt his hands wrap around her slim waist.

Her breath caught in her throat when his hands slowly moved up to capture her proud breasts. He kneaded them tenderly and lowered his head over her shoulder to kiss her sensitive flesh. He lightly nibbled on her throat, one hand teasing her soft mound, the other lowering to cup her femininity. His left hand reached her sex and he slipped a finger inside her wet folds. He fondled and caressed her, another finger slipping inside her as her hips moved to the rhythm of his strokes.

He urged her to part her thighs by slipping his own leg between them and gently bent her forward, her arms supporting her as she realized the position she was in. A soft whimper of excitement came out of her lips when she felt his hands over her rounded bottom and he squeezed. Instead of his member entering her from behind, she felt the wet tip of his tongue graze lightly over her quivering flesh. She gasped in ecstasy as he continued to lick and suck her wet pussy. He slipped his tongue inside her folds and teased her relentlessly until she reached her peak.

Tokiya watched as her cum dripped out of her throbbing core and down on the bed, her arms having given up on her and she slid down to the bed, her face and breasts buried in her silken sheets. He licked his lips and positioned himself behind her. She cried out in raw pleasure when he finally entered her. He moved in and out of her slowly, tenderly, as if they had all the time in the world. Fuuko, having regained her strength, pushed herself up and raised her hands to bury them deep in his silver tresses.

None of them noticed the shadow of someone watching them from the slightly open bedroom door.

* * *

Unlocking the door with a spare key given to her, Ganko arrived in Fuuko’s apartment at ten in the morning. She was bringing a farewell present for her Tokiya-nii-san since he was going to leave for Australia the next day. She had a great time catching things up with Fuuko and Tokiya. It had been months since she last saw her adoptive sister and longer still when she last saw the most reserved member of the Hokage.

She barely knew Tokiya Mikagami, that was why she had been a little shy and unsure around him. Kaoru had assured her that he was a nice guy underneath that cold exterior. She believed her boyfriend and had attempted to try and talk to Tokiya during the times the former Hokage gathered together. He had been pleasantly polite toward her and she was relieved that he wasn’t very hard to talk to.

She saw more of Fuuko and Tokiya during the first three days of his stay. After that, there were lesser opportunities for the group to get together. The others were busy with their lives and Fuuko was the one left to entertain her guest for the remainder of his stay. Fuuko assured them that she could handle Tokiya and even nudged him playfully on his ribs. He glared at her, a much expected reaction from him.

A couple of days ago, Ganko saw the pair going around the shopping district. She had been on her way to class and was unable to say hi to them. She had been running late and her professor absolutely hated tardiness. So she couldn’t do anything but follow them with her gaze until Fuuko disappeared inside a shop while Tokiya remained outside, his mobile in his ear. Deciding that things were still okay between them and that they weren’t close to killing each other soon, Ganko rushed to the university.

With Tokiya’s present in one hand, Ganko pushed the door open and was about to call for Fuuko when she noticed the disarray in the living room. Clothes and shoes, both Fuuko’s and Tokiya’s, were strewn everywhere. Ganko sighed. She knew her onee-san was a slob but Tokiya-nii-san too?

As she was bending over to retrieve their clothing, she heard Fuuko cry out loud from her bedroom. She stopped and looked toward the direction of her room. What was that? She thought worriedly. Was Fuuko in pain? Where was Tokiya? If Fuuko was sick, he should be taking care of her. He was a doctor after all, she thought, shaking her head with disapproval at Tokiya‘s lack of sense of duty. When silence reigned once again inside the apartment, Ganko slowly walked toward the hallway leading to Fuuko’s room, intent on checking if her onee-san was all right.

Her bedroom door was slightly ajar. Ganko was about to push it open when the scene that greeted her made her freeze in shock. Fuuko was on her hands and knees on her large bed, her face flushed with high color, her mouth open in stifled moans while Tokiya kneeled behind her, pounding inside her in a controlled pace. It took a while for Ganko to understand what they were doing. And she gasped inaudibly.

Both were facing the door and Ganko had been afraid that one of them noticed her standing outside the room. She knew she should stop watching yet she couldn’t take her eyes away from the pair. There was something beautiful with the way they moved, with the sounds of pleasure both were making. The act was wild, passionate, and exquisite. Both were too occupied with each other that they never noticed she was standing before them.

And when Fuuko reared up and buried her hands in her lover’s hair, Ganko found herself staring at their joined bodies. She watched as Tokiya’s impressive length slipped in and out of Fuuko’s wet and quivering core. Their lovemaking was wonderful to watch. It didn’t have the perverted concept porn movies sported, she thought dazedly, remembering the few she had seen with some college friends.

There was warmth, care, and love in their act. And when Kaoru was going to take her, she fervently wished that they would experience the same magic the couple before her was creating.

She was getting her panties soaked, Ganko thought with an embarrassed blush as something hot began to form in her abdomen. She leaned weakly on the wall and looked up just in time to see Tokiya lie down on his back, positioning Fuuko on top of him. Arranging his knees to settle inside her legs, he used them to part her thighs wider, giving their stunned watcher a perfect view of his glistening cock slamming madly inside her wet pussy, and continued to plunge deep inside her in a faster pace. Fuuko, with her legs dangling in the air, rolled her hips in time with his thrusts. Their rhythm became faster and wilder, their bodies moving almost in an animalistic pace as they aimed to please each other. Ganko saw the moment they reached their peak as Fuuko cried out her pleasure and Tokiya growled his.

And before one of them recovered from their lovemaking, Ganko quietly spun around to leave the lovers in their blissful moment.

* * *

Fuuko panted for much needed breaths as she lay exhausted yet satisfied on top of Tokiya. She could feel her lover’s accelerated heartbeat start to slow down to normal as he rested a gentle hand on her stomach while the other one stayed on her abdomen. He merely held her there to him for a few minutes, rubbing her abdomen in a soothing motion until she almost fell asleep.

“Kami, you’re incredible, Fuuko,” Tokiya whispered in awe behind her. “It gets better every time we do it.” When the Wind Child merely made a non-committal sound, Tokiya started to move his hands upward to cup her breasts. He smiled when the pink tips instantly hardened with his touch.

“T-Tokiya…” she moaned when his left hand traveled down to their still joined sexes. “I… I think I’m getting numb down there.” Fuuko admitted softly, her cheeks red from embarrassment.

Tokiya chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “We’ll stop for now then.”

“Y-Yes,” Fuuko mumbled and sat up, forcing Tokiya to let go of her. She slowly moved up to a kneeling position and watched his limp penis slide out of her. When spurts of cum continued to come out of her opening, she gasped. Tokiya unloaded so much inside her that excesses still managed to skim down her legs.

“I forgot to wear a condom again,” Tokiya admitted softly the same moment Fuuko reached that conclusion.

Fuuko forced a laugh, “Yeah, I can see that.” She said indicating the mess she made on her linen sheets.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Silence met her statement.

“I’ll take care of it if it happens,” Tokiya told her and took her in his arms. Fuuko hesitated a little but allowed him to push her down on her back. He half covered her with his body and leaned toward her, his lips capturing hers in a soft kiss. When she didn’t respond, Tokiya frowned down at her, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re leaving Japan tomorrow, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, so?” Loving the way Fuuko’s warm, soft breasts pressed against his chest, Tokiya lowered his head and rained kisses on her face. He felt her hands on his neck and smiled against her skin when she buried them in his hair. But instead of tugging him toward her, Fuuko forced him to stop and look at her.

“Aren’t you going to say goodbye to Recca and the others?”

Tokiya looked as if the thought never occurred to him. “Am I supposed to?”

She sighed.

He grinned, “You’ll say our goodbyes for us, Fuuko.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re coming with me.”

“What?”

“Come live with me in Sydney.”

“W-What?” Fuuko repeated in disbelief. Was he serious? Was he really asking her to live with him? A small burst of hope blossomed inside her heart.

Maybe… Maybe Tokiya was starting to have feelings for her after all. Maybe there was hope for them yet. A warm smile started to form on her soft pink lips.

Tokiya’s breath caught when he saw that dazzling smile cross her lips. He found himself smiling idiotically back at her. She was so warm and so beautiful that he couldn’t believe she was there, lying with him, touching him. He couldn’t believe she was his. And for the first time in his life, he wouldn’t mind living with a woman for the rest of his life. As long as that woman was Fuuko Kirisawa.

His heart raced when she raised her hand to touch his face. What would her answer be…?

Fuuko continued to smile at him and almost kissed him senseless when he smiled back at her. She still couldn’t believe the Tokiya Mikagami wanted her to live with him. It was not spur-of-the-moment decision, she thought. Tokiya was never an impulsive guy, and for that, she was almost giddy with happiness.

She was about to say yes to him when, all of a sudden, wayward thoughts entered her mind.

Live with him in Sydney? As his what? As his whore? Just like here in Tokyo? Did he really expect her to live like his mistress, waiting and submitting to his every whim? Did he expect her to be always available whenever he felt the need to fuck?

And when he got tired of her? Would he just get rid of her just like how he callously got rid if the nurse he was dating a year ago? What would become of her then?

Tokiya watched the different expressions that crossed Fuuko’s lovely features. He didn’t specifically like the last one. It was cold and hurt. And he wished he’d never see such an expression on her face again.

“Fuuko, what are you thinking?” Tokiya asked and frowned.

It took her a long time to answer. “I was just thinking that I’ve already decided to stay here in Japan,” Fuuko replied with a shrug, releasing him as he did so. “Besides, Yanagi-chan needs me here so I can’t really go back there with you.”

“Not even for a month?”

Ah, she thought, so that was how long he was planning to keep her, eh?

“No, sorry,” she answered, “Besides, I need to find a job already. My saving’s almost already drained.”

“I’ll provide for you,” he insisted. “In Sydney.”

She looked at him, her eyes flashing. Tokiya was taken aback by the anger in her eyes. Provide for her? Then that makes her his mistress a hundred percent, doesn’t it?

No… Enough of this… This madness has to stop. She should end this now before she gets involved with him any deeper. Hiding her hurt which was no easy feat, she feigned nonchalance. “It was fun while it lasted, Mi-chan, but sorry I’m no longer interested!” Fuuko used that moment to push him away and stand up. Tokiya made a move to grab her back but she was already by the door.

“Fuuko!” he growled at her.

“We will not discuss this any longer,” she said before leaving the room. “I will call the others this afternoon. You will say your goodbyes yourself!”

* * *

Maneuvering their car in the café’s parking lot, Recca couldn’t help but comment to his pregnant wife, “Isn’t Mikagami leaving for Australia tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Yanagi replied, “maybe he wants to say goodbye to us.”

“Yeah, right,” Recca scoffed. “That guy doesn’t have a sentimental bone in his body. This was probably Fuuko’s idea.”

“Recca-kun!” Yanagi admonished him gently, “That was an awful thing to say about senpai.”

You wouldn’t think that if you knew what he planned for Fuuko, Recca thought sourly as they both walked toward the doors. Speaking of which, he never knew what came after that revelation. Had the Ice King carried on with his cold-blooded plans for his best friend? What was Fuuko’s reaction?

Yanagi touched his arm to gain his attention and pointed to the table where the meeting was going to be held. Tokiya, Fuuko, and Domon were already seated, with the giant talking to the Fuujin wielder animatedly as they waited for their companions to join them. Tokiya was quietly listening on their conversation and Recca noticed the heated looks he was giving Fuuko under his lashes.

He was still hot for her, Recca realized.

“Konnichiwa, minna,” Yanagi greeted them when they reached the table. Fuuko and Domon immediately responded and engaged her in another conversation. Recca noticed the misery Fuuko was desperately trying to hide when she looked up at them. But there was also tension in the air when they joined them in the table.

Recca frowned at Tokiya. What was wrong between the two? Were they fighting again? Maybe Fuuko brushed him off when she realized that Mikagami wanted her so badly? But why was Fuuko tensed as well? If she refused to sleep with Mikagami, why should his reaction to that refusal affect her? Knowing Fuuko, what people thought of her had never bothered her. If the Polar Bear was mad at her, then tough.

She was the wind, she was careless and free.

But why hadn’t she looked at Tokiya’s direction ever since they sat together?

“Yo, Mikagami,” he greeted him coolly and sat across him.

“Hanabishi,” Tokiya nodded in response.

“How have you been?”

“Good.”

“You been taking good care of Fuuko?”

A pause then, “Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

Fuuko, Yanagi, and Domon watched the cool and formal way the two addressed each other. Was there another misunderstanding between them? Were they involved in another argument that the rest of the Hokage wasn’t even aware of?

“Uh, everything okay?” Fuuko, who sat beside Tokiya asked Recca in mild concern.

“We’re cool,” Recca answered while Tokiya gave her a slight nod.

“Um, okay,” she said hesitantly. “Anyways, while waiting for Kaoru-kun and Ganko-chan, I’ll get us some coffee, okay? What are you going to have?” she asked the group. As the others told her what they wanted, Tokiya stood up and informed her that he was going to help her order their drinks. Recca frowned at him. And so did Fuuko.

“I can do it all by myself,” she said, “there’s no need to assist me.”

Tokiya ignored her and walked toward the counter. Seething, Fuuko followed him. When they reached the queue leading to the counter, Tokiya, who stood back to allow her to precede him, bent his head toward her and whispered to her ear, “Did you tell Hanabishi that we are fighting?”

Fuuko’s knees nearly buckled when she felt his lips lightly grazed the shell of her ear. Was he seducing her again? She clenched her fists and refused to show him how much she wanted him to take her in his arms again. “No. Why should I?”

“He’s your best friend,” he said through gritted teeth, “I’m sure you tell him everything.”

“Well, I’m certainly not telling him that we’re sleeping together!”

“No, you won’t do that,” Tokiya growled, “because you’re too ashamed to admit that your interest in me didn’t last longer than 3 days!”

“W-What?”

“You suddenly drop everything that happened between us as if it didn’t matter,” Tokiya told her and reached out to place a hand on her flat stomach, his back shielding them from the Hokage’s curious eyes. No matter how mad he was at her, he had been wanting to touch her from the moment they sat on their table, had been wanting and wishing that they were back in her apartment, making fervent sizzling love. “You used me,” he muttered in an accusing voice. “You used me to get rid of your virginity so that you can continue on to your merry way!”

“No! You’re wrong!” Fuuko gasped and turned around to face him. She paled when she saw the anger in his eyes before cold detachment quickly replaced them. His frozen mask was back in place, his thoughts once again hard to read. He was reverting back to his old self. Kami, she had never seen that expression on his face since… since high school.

She opened her mouth to explain but no words came out. Deny all she wanted, but that was exactly what she thought the morning after they first made love. She told herself that she was going to use this relationship as a stepping stone to her becoming a woman who gloried in her sexual freedom.

But she only decided that as her defense against the hurt that Tokiya would eventually deal her in the end of their relationship.

“You’re next,” Tokiya motioned to her when the customer before them finished his order. When she slowly turned her back on him, he cursed silently, his fists clenching by his side. He wanted her to tell him that he was wrong about her; that their relationship meant something to her; that he meant something to her. But when she didn’t deny his accusations, he felt something raw claw out his chest walls. And when she turned away from him, he felt violently frustrated … and helpless.

Kaoru and Ganko arrived the moment Fuuko and Tokiya returned to their table with their drinks. Kaoru greeted them all in his careless manner while Ganko was a little more reserved. She blushed scarlet when Fuuko greeted her and enveloped her in a warm embrace, her mind still playing the scene she stumbled upon that morning. She stuttered a greeting to her and to Tokiya, not meeting their eyes as she did so.

Tokiya noticed this and easily figured out why. So it wasn’t his imagination when he heard soft footsteps padding down the hallway that morning after he and Fuuko made love for the nth time that morning. Ganko was there and had seen them making love in a most unusual position. He wouldn’t be surprised if the poor girl was traumatized or something.

Sooner or later, the whole Hokage would know that he and Fuuko were sleeping together. So it was best that he announce to them that he was leaving Japan, to cease whatever suppositions Recca or Ganko were having about them.

After all, there was no longer a reason for him to stay here. For now.

“I’m leaving for Sydney tomorrow afternoon,” Tokiya said when the group seated themselves comfortably. “It has been very pleasant to see all of you again.”

“But when are you going to visit us again, Mikagami-senpai?” Yanagi asked.

“I’m not sure,” he replied honestly.

“I hope you get hitched before you come back here,” Kaoru grinned. “Who knows? Domon might beat you in that category.”

“I’m not thinking of marriage yet, Kaoru,” Tokiya replied, unknowingly confirming Fuuko’s suspicions about the set-up in Sydney that he was offering her. So he really just wanted her as his mistress. She bit her lip to stop herself from embarrassing herself by shouting at him. “Perhaps you and Ganko would beat me in that field as well,” he continued.

“You bet on it!” Kaoru gave him a thumbs-up sign and threw an arm over Ganko’s small shoulders. Ganko, on the other hand, blushed at the playful bantering.

As the others continued to wish him luck and success, Fuuko felt so wretched that she remained quiet amidst the well-wishing. It was for the best, she tried to assure herself. Fighting with him before he left would put the period on their relationship. She wouldn’t be able to bear the heartache he would inflict on her when he dumped her after a month in Sydney. She was already falling for him. And to hope that he would love her back was so impossible that a shrill laugh almost broke out of her.

Recca noticed Fuuko’s quiet misery and was about to talk to her when a slight movement caught his attention.

Beneath the table, Tokiya reached for Fuuko’s clenched fist resting on her lap. She started at the sudden contact and tried to snatch her hand back from him. He slightly frowned and tightened his grip, refusing to let her go.

“T-Tokiya…”

“Quiet, Fuuko,” he hissed, “just… be silent.”

She bit her lip and murmured, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” Tokiya said after a pause, “me too.”
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